Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too long wrapping up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp like grapes
I make the hardest a tear
Give em a gun, if I had two here
Two over there, fuck playin

Yall niggas loose leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag burn that up and get it outta here
Yall think, yall from heaven to hell?
Yall goin nowhere

But in the town on the same dirty ground
And I dont how you livin it up
I even got dead niggas up
You can bet, I come you up
Them niggas bust guns to make niggas run by me

I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and
The one open is at the tip of the
When it blows, yall so called die hoes
bite rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have yall wanted in park

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think mean?
bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty
Was to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need
Im a customer, I snatch your

Soldier, cross over, on my door
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the over
Im early retirements
'Cause you blast when Im firing
Dyin in the blood you in

Went from the full house to the raw
To niggas to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, your jaw out
You want my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have your face the same
As a tongue of a chow, chow,
These water pistols, they shoot many missiles
And when I set em off, they your bones to the grissle

Only I how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby mom, for your son
Im everyone

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats with dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Uh, Im psychologically up, know the truth
See, Is sick, throwin up henny and [unverified]
Poof, me gone, I pray for the death of my
Until I worked up and hugged her and her that I loved her

sin, my ink pen stay in the ring
Crown me king, I through the eyes of a fiend
Golden ice, I stole for the love of my
Then she ran out and me, and po-po pump me

home, of course as the king of my throne
Back to Roleys, back to smokin bones Coley
My was better than a lot of yall records
Bed rocked your ass, down, so let the gun go

I murdered quick for dough
Hit em up fast, them die extra slow
I lock shop when I through with the blue tops
a ooh, whop, with all glocks cocked

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

See now, there it go, got it
The East Coast, Coast collabo
Warren G it with my niggas from the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my drag-on
Yeah, how we doin it, like that for yall
In the 99